Extended Epilogue #2
Raymond shakes Zachary's hand, and they exchange a look of mutual respect that still surprises me sometimes. Then they're gone, car pulling away with three excited kids waving from the back.
The house falls silent.
Zachary locks the front door, then turns to me. The look in his eyes makes my breath catch.
"Finally."
He doesn't wait. His hands are on me immediately, pulling me against him, his mouth claiming mine. I melt into him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he lifts me.
"Bedroom," I gasp between kisses.
"Too far."
He carries me to the living room, laying me on the couch. His hands make quick work of my pants, sliding them down my legs along with my panties.
"Been thinking about this all day." He spreads my thighs, settling between them. "Thinking about tasting my wife's pussy."
"Ahh—Zach?—"
His tongue finds my clit, circling and sucking, and I arch off the couch. He holds me down, devouring me with single-minded focus. After seven years, he knows exactly how to make me fall apart.
"Oh God—yes—right there?—"
He slides two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that perfect spot while his mouth works my clit. I'm already close, tension coiling tight in my belly.
"Come for me, stepsister. Let me taste it."
I shatter, crying out, my pussy clenching around his fingers as pleasure crashes through me. He doesn't stop, drawing it out until I'm trembling and oversensitive.
"Zach—please?—"
He pulls back, his beard wet with my arousal, and stands. His belt hits the floor, then his pants, and he's on me again, positioning his cock at my entrance.
"Need you. Need to be inside my wife."
"Yes—please?—"
He thrusts deep, filling me completely, and we both groan. No matter how many times we do this, it never gets old. He still stretches me, claims me, makes me feel like I'm the only woman in the world.
"Fuck—so tight?—"
"Harder—"
He grips my hips, pounding into me, the couch creaking beneath us. I wrap my legs around his waist, meeting each thrust, taking him as deep as possible.
"Mine," he growls. "My wife. My Zoey."
"Yours—always yours?—"
He reaches between us, rubbing my clit, and I'm gone again, orgasm tearing through me. My pussy milks his cock, and he follows, burying himself deep and filling me with his cum.
"Fuck—yes—take it all?—"
"Ahh—Zach?—"
We collapse together, breathing hard, bodies tangled. He's still inside me, and I feel his cum leaking out around his cock.
"I love you," I whisper.
"Love you too." He kisses me softly. "But we're not done yet."
He carries me upstairs to our bedroom, laying me on the bed.
We make love again, slower this time, savoring each other.
His hands worship my body, tracing every curve, every scar from three pregnancies.
I touch him back, nails dragging down his tattooed chest, feeling the muscles flex beneath my fingers.
"You're still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he murmurs against my neck.
"You're biased."
"Doesn't make it less true."
He makes me come twice more before finally finishing inside me again, both of us exhausted and sated.
Afterward, we lie tangled together, his hand stroking my hair.
"I want another one," he says suddenly.
I lift my head. "Another what?"
"Baby. A fourth kid."
I laugh. "You're insane. Three is already chaos."
"I know. But I want more. Want to see you pregnant again. Want our family to keep growing."
"Maybe," I concede. "Let me get through this quarter first. I have three major projects finishing."
"Fair." He kisses my forehead. "But I'm going to keep asking."
"I know you are."
We're quiet for a moment, just holding each other.
"Can you believe we're here?" I ask. "Seven years ago, we were hiding from our parents. Now we're married with three kids and successful careers."
"I always knew we'd make it."
"You did?"
"Yeah. From the moment you fell into my lap at the pool, I knew you were mine. Forever."
I trace patterns on his chest, thinking about our journey. The forbidden attraction. The sneaking around. The confrontation with our parents. Choosing him over my family. Then slowly rebuilding those relationships while building our life together.
"I'm glad I chose you," I whisper.
"Me too, baby. Me too."
I think about my mom reading to Lily tonight. About Raymond playing with the boys. About my thriving design firm and the life we've built. Everything I wanted—my dream career, my family reconciled, and Zachary, still possessive and dominant and completely mine.
"I wouldn't change anything," I say.
"Not even the rough parts?"
"Especially not the rough parts. They made us who we are."
He tightens his hold on me. "I love you, Zoey. More than anything."
"I love you too."
I close my eyes, perfectly content. My dream career. My beautiful children. My reconciled family. And Zachary, my possessive stepbrother now turned husband—still claiming me, still possessing me, still loving me with the same intensity he has since the first day we met.
I have everything I ever wanted.
And I'm never letting it go.
Thanks for reading!